All Chapters of Dear Mate, You’re Mine!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Trent's POV I walked away from the brook after having my fill. I needed to find shelter. And for once I wondered what it felt like for the people who wandered everyday with no place to lay their head. My sides still hurt so much, I staggered through. Luckily, drinking water had cleared my blurry vision a tiny bit. My breathing was rasp and jagged, my shirt was shredded, soaked through with blood. Different blood from different people. The fights–the war. All of it was a blur now, the capital warriors descending and with a clean kill, a clean slash dropped most of us to the floor. The rogues with a furious tangle of teeth and claws. Pain had sunk deep into me. I had won both. Maybe just the rogues… barely. And now even as I trudged ahead, hoping to find wher

Trent's POV I sat there catching my breath for a minute before I stumbled away. Fresh blood. Fresh wound and it irritated me so much, I wished I could go back and destroy those rogues a second time. I was just beginning to heal, after seven long days. These wounds were already closing up and those damn rogues just had to cut me again. My sides was burning from the gash, sticky blood was soaking through my torn fabric clinging to my ribs. Yet again, I as in pain bit this time I felt more rage than I felt the pain. I staggered, my steps were uneven. My breathing was ragged. It felt like been back to square one. First base. I needed water, I needed to wash up but the brook was behind me now. I couldn't turn back so I could only match forward hoping that somehow I'd find an

Astra's POV I was back in my private quarters. Back to work actually. I sat in front of my desk. Light shone directly on the documents and letters in front of me. Some opened scrolls too. I squeezed my brows with my fingers, dissipating the wrinkles forming there. A half-full cup of deep red wine rested on the table, beside my hand. I hadn't said a word since I left Full Moon Pack, since that woman had fallen to her knees, her grief spilling out in sobs. I reached for the file, the one containing many plans including detailed rebuilding plans and a proposed expansion of land. But my fingers paused, the pages of the document no longer flipping. My mind wasn't in any of this, tonight. That voice. It was still echoing in my head. 

Trent's POVThe bridge dripped water, under. I tried to find a comfortable place to sleep. I kept my head down pressing it into the makeshift cardboard under my head. I would tell you for free that this was a horrible way to sleep.The night was cold and even though it had less effect on me, it was still too chilly and the entire place reeked of stale puddle/rain.I could hear the traffic in the distance, the honking of cars and the faint shouts. I curled myself tighter into the tattered blanket I'd scavenged from some abandoned warehouse. It wasn't a bed and it wasn't even a straw but it was shelter and that was all that mattered.I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the ache in my ribs. The wound from the rogues was still sore and ached my sides all over.When I woke up the next morning, I sat up slowly, my muscles were stiff and my fingers raw and crammed from the cold damp floor. Sun was beginning to glide in. I rubbed my eyes and scanned my surroundings.I stood. My bones crack

Trent's POVMorning came with the sound of garbage trucks scraping the pavement. The city was stirring or so I’d like to assume. The humming and buzzing of the morning was an indication.I was up and about. My eyes lit, staring at the tattered roof that was caved in, I yawned and ducked as an odd breath followed.Yikes.Tossing on one of my cheap clothes, I glanced around, with the light I could properly see the place that sheltered me for the past five days. I shook my head and inhaled before heading out. Out of this damp place I called shelter.I packed up my meager things. Blanket, jacket, and some faded bills. Then stepped out. Drifting between alleyways and marketplaces.There was so much to do and so little time to do it. Actually that was how humans presented themselves.As I stepped out. I saw what has come to be my usual routine. People stepping into the daylight, stalls opening and life getting busy.I almost hit a lady hurrying with her coffee, spilling a bit of her coffee,